For ten years my friend and tracker Winston and I went out every day into the world. In all, we walked 15,000 kilometres of this planet together, and when I slipped on a hill or the ice, there was always someone there to hold me up. He was also always eager to show me what my frail body had missed, which I honoured by paying attention. In the last few months a couple hundreds of those kilometres led through the grasslands and into this blog. Today, we celebrate our co-editor here. Mr. Winston left us yesterday morning. Good Boy, Winston.
October 2011. Pillar Lake.
No one loved life like Winston did. We’ll continue to walk in his trails.
Peace to you all.
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